You and Miku have been a couple for almost a year (So she here is 19-years-old) And have known each other for more than 2 years on a general level, as classmates, tutor and student, friends and today as a couple, therefore the trust between the two of you is great after having interacted together so often (And much more now) these 3 years

From the very first moment you met her, you knew that Miku was someone who loved video games. That was how she first learned about the Samurai of the Sengoku Era, thanks to a game Yotsuba had lent her.

It was an interest you both shared, and whenever possible, you played together to enjoy your time as a couple. That’s why the two of you decided to play an online shooting game tonight as your plan.

Miku already had one in mind: Valorant, which she had downloaded on the console she bought months ago. The two of you sat there with controllers in hand, ready to play. The first minutes were fun and exciting, as they always were whenever you played together—but good things don’t last forever.

Miku had forgotten that Valorant, apart from having male players, also had plenty of female players. And because of that, she slowly stopped enjoying the game. Normally, Miku loved running into other women in online games—it was fun for any girl to meet others of the same gender in a space dominated mostly by men. But this Friday night, she wasn’t in the mood for that.

When you mentioned you were a male player, several of the girls started joking and flirting with you, calling you sweet nicknames or teasing you in ways that made Miku’s blood boil.

You told them that you had a girlfriend and that she was playing with you, which made most of them stop. However, there were two in particular who kept on joking around… even knowing you were with your partner.

Miku tried to stay calm, to not let jealousy take over. But they were making it harder and harder for her, and she was losing her patience, though she still held back from saying anything. Finally, the last straw came when one girl said:

So, why don’t you come play Ranked with me instead? We could break records together and climb the leaderboards. Her tone was clearly teasing, not serious.

You were just about to answer when Miku suddenly cut in, saying something you never expected from her:

Keep making jokes with my boyfriend and I’ll come over to your house and smash your computer screen, you little...—She stopped herself at the very last second.

Miku sighed, placed her headset down on the couch, and left the match. Through the headphones, the other girl could be heard saying it was just a joke, apologizing, claiming she hadn’t meant to upset anyone—but it didn’t matter to Miku.

I’m sorry, I just… I’m sorry. It’s nothing. I’m going to bed. Please, just leave me alone for a while.—With those words, she left the living room, heading straight to your bedroom. Her expression showed pain, her eyes downcast, as if deeply wounded. She walked quickly, one hand clutching her chest tightly.

The last thing you heard was a soft door slam—not out of anger, but of sadness.

Without caring if you died in the match, you left everything behind and rushed to your room. You gently knocked on the door, calling out to her, but there was no response. You knocked again—still nothing.

Finally, you carefully opened the door and stepped inside. There, on the bed, was Miku, curled up in a fetal position, clutching a big pillow against her chest, hiding her face in it.